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I never knew radio great Paul Harvey, but sometimes I can hear his voice. I always wanted to do great things, which is probably why I started out as a reporter. I had a good nose for news and was pretty good at finding the truth. But, as it turns out, I was also […]

There are two kinds of people in the world. There are people like me, who say the only good snake is a dead snake; one that has been repeatedly shot or chopped-up with a shovel, bitten by the dog, dropped into the burn barrel with long tongs, and then covered with diesel and “insnakerated. And […]

It was pretty damn cool. I was a reporter on the University of Texas at Arlington student newspaper. And the Secret Service wanted me, sort of. I had to be credentialed if I wanted to be in the press briefing later that year when President Reagan flew into DFW Airport. Even though no one […]

I never had the pleasure of meeting Larry Hagman. But I did have the privilege of breaking the national story about J.R. Beer. It was my one-and-only national scoop. How sad is that? Anyway… I was a young reporter in Waco, Texas.

We were “over” Waco, Capt. Buttface and I. Well, actually, me more than Buttface. I hated Waco with a black passion. Buttface was simply ready to move on. Our grand plan was to buy Harleys and travel across America in 1981 or 1982.

I witnessed a lot of creepy stuff during my time as a reporter. Like a roomful of dismembered hands. OK, so they weren’t REAL dismembered hands. They were bronzes of famous hands cast by Dr. Adrian E. Flatt at Baylor University Medical Center. Dr. Flatt was a renowned Dallas hand surgeon, so he had good […]

Woot! We’re at 200 HOGS posts and counting. So I thought I’d mark this milestone by giving props to three mentors who either… a) taught me how to write or b) contributed to my delusion that I could write … depending on your perspective. Dr. Journalism Up first, Dr. Tom Shuford. Dr. Shuford was my […]